She closed her mouth over his wrist and gently licked it. He did taste nice, so she nicked a blood vessel with a point of a fang so that she created the smallest of cuts, but that was all she needed to remind him that he must mark her regularly or she would not stay his. The dominant large male that had just left smelled nice; if her current mate ever tired of her, she would kill the large males mates and then take him as hers. She would, of course, let him think that it was his idea, as all females did.
PhabianHe stopped stroking the hair when he saw that she was now sleeping, resting her head on his lap but still holding his wrist in her mouth. This again was old style vamping; just a taste of his blood every few months would normally mark her as his, but not for this one, who must have
